West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1887-09-08


in-arm down LIES pathway: sometimes to
! the thanksgiving banquet, Sometimes TO the
grave, but always together-sOOthing your
petty griets, correcting your childish way
WofdneSS, joining IN your infantil9 sports
listening 20 your evening prayers, toiling
for you with needle or at the spinninS,
wheel, and on cold nights wrapping YOU up
snug and warm. And then at last on that
day when she lay i'm the back room dying
and you saw her take those thin hands with
which sho toiled for YOU 50 long. and
put them together in n diving PRAYER that
commended you 20 the God whom she had
taught you 10 trust. O. she WINS the queen
The chariots Of God cams down 90 fetch her;
and as she went in all heaven rose up. You
cannot think of her now without a rush OF
tenderness that stirs the deep foundations of
your soul, and you feel as much a child again
as when you cried on her lap; and if you
could bring her back az lin TO speak just once
moro your name, as tenderly as She used to
speak 1t, you would be willing 10 throw your
self on the ground and kiss the sod that covers
her, crying: Mother! Motherw All she was
the quccn-she was tho queen. Now, can you
tell me how many thousand miles "A woman
like that would have 20 travel down before
she got to the ballot boxi Compared with this
work OF training kings and queens for God and
eternity, how insignificant seems all this
work of voting for aldermen and common
councimen, and sheriifs, and constables and
mayors, ana presidents To make one such
grand woman as have described how many
thousands would you want Of those people
who go in the round of 90 llessneSs and
fashion, and dissipation, distorting their
body until in their uionsJrusities they seem to
Guido the dromedary and hippopotamus, go
ing as far toward disgraceful apparel as they
dare go, so rs not TO be arrested by the police
their behavior sorrow TO the good and a
carlc0turc of the vicious, and an insult 20 that
God who made them women and not gorgons;
and tramping on down through n frivolous
aud diSsipated life, to temporal and eternal
damnationi
o woman, with the lightning OF your soul,
surlke dead at your feet all these allurements
TO dissipation and 90 fashion. Your immor-
tai soul cannot DO fed upon such garbage.
1od calls you up TO empire and dominion.
VIII you have it, o, give TO God your
heart; give TO God your best energies; give
10 tod all your culture; give to God all your
retnement; give yourself 90 Him, for this
world and the next Soon all these bright
eyes will be guenched, and these voices will
be hushed. For the last time you will look
npon this fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers
hand, sisters hand. chds hand will be no
more in yours. 10 will be night, and there
will come up "A cold wind from the Jordan,
and you must start. Will il be a lone woman
on trackless moore All mol Jesus will
come up in that hour and offer His hand, and
lie VIII say: You stood by Me when you
were well; now L will not desert you when
you are sick, One wave of HIS hand and
the storm will drop; and another wave OF His
hand, and midnight shall break into mid
noon; and another wave of His hand, and the
chamberlains of God will come down from
the treasure houses of heaven, with robes
lustrous, blood-washed, and heaven-glinted,
in which you will array yourself for the mar
riage supper of the Lamb. And then with
Miriam, who struck the timbrel of the Red
Sea; and with Deborah who led the Lords
host INTO the fight; and with Hannah, who
gave her Samuel 20 the Lord and with Mary,
who rocked Jesus TO sleep while there were
angels singing in the air; and with Florence
Nightingale, who bound up the battle-wounds
OF the Crimea, you will, from the chalice of
God drink TO the souls eternal rescue.
One twilight, after had been playing with
the children for some time, laid down upon
the lounge 10 rest. The children said, play
more. Children always want 20 play more.
And, half a sleep and half awake / seemed
to dream this dream; 1t seemed TO me that
was in a far-distant land-not Persia, al
though more than Oriental luxuriance
crowned the cities nor the UNCONSTITUTIONAL
more than tropical fruitfulness filed the gar
dens; nor ltaly-athough more than Italian
softness filled the air And l wandered
around, looking for thorns and nettles, but
found none of them grew there And /
walked forth and L saw the sun rise, and i
said:
when will it set againp and the sun sank
not. And saw all the people in holiday APP
parel, and i said: When will they put on
workingman's garb again, and delve in the
mine, and swelter at the foTgeM but neither
the garments nor the robes did they put off.
And [ wandered in the suburbs, and I said:
w Hble uO luey Duty bne ued1 OF tnlS great
cityF and L looked along by the hills where
IL would be most beautiful for the dead to
sleep, and L saw castles, and towns,
and battlements; but not n mausOleum,
nor monument, nor white slab could /
see And / went into the great chapel of
the town, and / said: "Where do the poor
worship. where are the benches on which
they sit" and voice answered: "Ne have
no poor in this great city, And / wandered
out, seeking to find the place where were the
novels of the destitute; and found mansions
Of amber, and ivory, and gold but no tear nor
sigh did see or hear. l was bewildered; and
l sat under the shadow of great tree and
said; "What am /, and whence comes all
thls| And at that moment there came
from among the leaves, skipping
up the fiowery paths and across
the sparkling waters very bright and
sparkling group; and when I saw their step
thought l knew them; but their apparel
was 50 different from anything I had
ever seen l bowed, a stranger 70 Strangers
But after awhile, when they clapped their
hands and shouted: ''Wecomel welcomer
the mystery was solved. and / saw that time
had passed, and that eternity had come, and
that God had gathered us up into a higher
home: and said: Are we all hereF and the
voices OF innumerable generations answered:
Here" and while tears OF gladness were rain
ing down our cheeks, and the branches Of
the Lebanon cedars were clapping their
hands, and the towers Of the great city were
Ginning their welcome, we BEGAN TO laugh,
and sing, and leap and shout: "Homel
HOme Homer
Then / felt a childs hand on ny face. and
10 woke me. The children wanted to play
more Children always want TO play
more.